It’s been an interesting month. Stuff like allergic reactions and a need for Prednisone happened. I went all out on sharing my rough draft poetry and then stopped abruptly, then started again, and now… well, here I am. Here’s the latest.
And, while it isn’t poetry exactly, I see a bit of poetic motion in this picture I took today on a walk.
Is it just because I’m a science fiction writer, or does anyone else notice that the driftwood looks like an alien creature crawling/walking to the water’s edge?